Chapter 381 A Hidden Storm
Facing Paul’s attempt to block her, Yunice swung her hand and knocked his hand away.
But she hadn’t expected Paul to vent all his anger on her. He grabbed Yunice’s hand, twisted it behind her back, and forced her down.
Yunice let out a muffled grunt. At that moment, Jensen suddenly saw something and cried out in shock, “Paul, let go of her!”
But it was too late. There was a sharp whistle through the air, and Paul, stunned, lifted his head—
With a loud crack, Paul was knocked backward two steps.
For a moment, his mind went blank. He didn’t even feel pain—just a numbness spreading across his head and face, followed by a warm sensation.
Barely managing to steady himself, he reached up to touch his face and saw blood on his hand.
The old man stared at Paul in shock. A long, thin slash stretched across Paul’s face nearly to the bone!
Looking toward the door, the old man saw Wyatt standing there, whip in hand. His lungs almost exploded from rage. “You unfilial brat! What are you trying to do to the Powell family’s only heir!”
Yunice turned and saw Wyatt standing at the door like a guardian god. She immediately gathered her strength and slapped Paul hard across his uninjured cheek.
“That’s for bullying me.”
After slapping him, Yunice slipped away like a slippery fish, quickly hiding behind Wyatt, leaving Paul fuming with rage.
Kyla and Taylor exchanged glances; they nearly burst out laughing. This Yunice, who looked so well-behaved, clearly had her own cunning side. When it came to taking advantage of power, she played it beautifully.
With Wyatt holding the whip, none of the Powell family members dared to make a sound. Whoever dared move would get a beating.
It wasn’t until Wyatt, holding Yunice’s hand like it was nothing, arrogantly led her out that noise finally returned to the room—Jensen’s furious voice.
He kicked over a stool. “Fucking pathetic!”
The old man gave him a heavy look. “Who were you cursing at?”
Jensen instantly shrank back, standing stiffly without daring to lift his head. But the anger festering in his chest only deepened because he couldn’t even vent it.
The old man’s face was dark as he plotted how to salvage the situation. Finally, he said, “Paul, you need to go to the Kendall family and apologize immediately. Let them hit you or curse you if they want. Whatever it takes, you must coax Taylor back.”
Paul was stunned. “Grandfather, they beat me up like this, and you still want me to bow and scrape to them?”
The old man said coldly, “It’s time you learned to swallow your pride. You’ve never learned from how Wyatt used to bide his time in the Powell family.”
Paul hated being compared to Wyatt the most. He sneered, “The Kendall family’s glory days are numbered. Kyla hasn’t touched business in over twenty years. She can’t make any waves.”
Paul looked at the old man, his voice low. “A married daughter belongs to her husband’s family. Taylor—and the entire Kendall family—will eventually belong to the Powell family.”
The old man’s gaze deepened. What did he mean by that?
But then he seemed to understand, and he didn’t stop Paul. Instead, he even smirked slightly, thinking that at long last, the Powell family had produced someone more ruthless than Jensen.
Outside the hospital, Taylor turned to Yunice and said, “Thank you for helping me today—and last time too. I owe you two favors. If you ever need anything, you can ask me.”
Then she glanced at Wyatt and added, “But just so you know, our alliances haven’t changed.”
At least, not until she officially left the Powell family.
Yunice replied, “You don’t like Paul. I don’t like Paul. On that front, we’re aligned. As for other conflicts—I can’t make any promises.”
Taylor thought Yunice was refreshingly straightforward. She then got into the car with her mother and left.
Yunice turned around and found Wyatt staring at her.
Wyatt asked, “You don’t like Paul anymore? Weren’t you the one who liked him most?”
Seeing his puzzled expression, Yunice was even more confused. “He broke off the engagement and cheated on me. What do you take me for? Some pathetic idiot who would still like him?”
Wyatt was stunned. He hadn’t expected Yunice to admit it so bluntly.
But he fell silent, lost in some thought.
Yunice didn’t press him. She lifted her skirt and stepped down the stairs, getting into the car.
When Wyatt climbed in after her, Yunice finally voiced her growing suspicion. “I think Paul was acting really off today.”
Based on her understanding, Paul had always been impulsive, but he wasn’t stupid like Owen.
Owen was dumb enough to show his hand. Paul was sneakier, more calculating.
No matter how much he disliked Taylor, he would never openly give the Kendall family something to use against him. If he wanted to punish Taylor, he would do it discreetly—never dragging himself into it.
But today, Paul acted as if he didn’t care about the consequences. Almost like… he wasn’t afraid of the Kendall family’s retaliation at all.
Yunice bit her knuckle, thinking hard.
Wyatt saw her gnawing and grabbed her hand, rubbing his rough thumb over the tiny bite marks on her knuckles.
Yunice was so caught up brainstorming that she didn’t even notice. She turned her head and asked Wyatt, “If Taylor’s parents were gone, wouldn’t the Powell family be able to swallow everything completely?”